In the recovery room of Zhongnan.

There, Baek Yoonjun felt as if he would go crazy because of the two slug-like humans.

"For some reason, the situation is getting worse... I was originally going to propose long ago..."

The weary man muttered pitifully, as if he were the protagonist of a tragedy, and stroked the golden toad.

"Propose? A tragedy like this has happened in Zhongnan, are you in your right mind?!"

"I know..."

The two faced the current situation and shut their mouths.

Only then was Baek Yoonjun relieved.

'Phew, it's finally a little quiet.'

But.

"But isn't it more hopeful for good news to be delivered at a time like this?"

The very brief silence was shattered by the weary man's words.

"No, no matter how much..."

"Don't worry. I've suffered so much to fill the storehouses of Zhongnan until now, so they'll understand this much. It's not like people don't know our situation."

"Umm..."

The display of affection of the pair of slugs began again.

'Aaaaaah!!'

Baek Yoonjun let out a desperate scream inside.

At that moment.

Creak.

The door of the recovery room opened, and Tang Yuhwa entered.

The pair of slugs coughed at Tang Yuhwa's appearance and then separated from each other as if nothing had happened, fanning themselves with their hands.

'Yuhwa! You're the only one!'

Baek Yoonjun cheered inside.

"There are many patients anyway, so if you're all better, please leave."

"Ahem! W-we will."

"We will leave now."

The two, as if they had a conscience, showed an awkward look and left the recovery room.

In fact, since it was the recovery room of Zhongnan, Tang Yuhwa was just an outsider, and the weary man who belonged to Zhongnan could be called the owner, but for some reason, it was a convincing scene.

Tang Yuhwa, who had defeated the group of slugs, approached Baek Yoonjun's side and looked at him blankly.

"Master... are you okay?"

Although her face was the usual sullen face, her voice was full of moisture.

Baek Yoonjun almost jumped up and answered that he was fine, but.

'Ugh... it's a bit much to get up now... ugh, really, a guy like me!!'

Blaming himself in his heart, he apologized to Tang Yuhwa inside.

'I'm sorry, Yuhwa. I'll get up when my mind is a little more settled...'

In a way, it was a very pathetic inner thought, but in fact, he just couldn't get up because he was timid.

'If I jump up here, Tang Yuhwa, who is a doctor, will realize that I was pretending to be dead on purpose. For sure.'

Since it was Baek Yoonjun who had taught Tang Yuhwa medicine, he naturally knew her level.

While Baek Yoonjun was lying there as if dead, unable to do either this or that, Tang Yuhwa was treating Baek Yoonjun with a troubled heart.

Her finger touched the pulse gate on Baek Yoonjun's wrist.

'Internal energy should be gathered in the dantian... Master's body is empty... but.'

Tang Yuhwa's brow narrowed.

"What is this energy?"

Although there was definitely no internal energy, a strange energy was being felt.

'As if, an energy like a blowing wind is naturally washing away the poison. Rather than a human's energy...'

The energy felt from Baek Yoonjun was just nature itself.

A level that anyone who faced him could not dare to make a judgment carelessly.

'My master. He's amazing.'

Tang Yuhwa just admired Baek Yoonjun's unknown, supreme realm and continued her treatment.

'Phew, no matter how much that unknown energy neutralizes the poison... the problem is that the pulse is so faint that it seems it will be cut off, and even the vitality is faint...'

The result was no different from when she had treated Baek Yoonjun before.

Although the unknown energy inside was neutralizing the poison, it was slow, and above all, Baek Yoonjun's body itself was too weak.

'As expected, a strong yang energy is needed...'

A strange energy that purifies the internal poison, a catalyst like 'fire' was needed to boost that energy, speed up the purification of the poison, and help with physical activity.

Tang Yuhwa removed the needles stuck in Baek Yoonjun's body and began to apply moxibustion with a medicine she had personally combined.

'This is just a temporary measure anyway. I need a medicine that can boost the yang energy all at once...'

Tang Yuhwa searched her mind and came up with several medicines that would boost the yang energy.

However, most of them were below standard to be used now.

Although there were some that met the standard.

'It's only poison... Master's body is full of poison right now, so it's dangerous to use poison...'

Tang Yuhwa's worries deepened.

But in the end, no answer came out, and Tang Yuhwa, who had finished the temporary measures, sighed and moved her feet outside the recovery room.

"Is Great Hero Baek alright?"

As she stepped outside the recovery room, the one who greeted her was Hyejin of Shaolin.

Tang Yuhwa briefly wondered why he was here.

As if he had read her thoughts, Hyejin smiled awkwardly and half-bowed.

"We have decided to take turns guarding the place where Great Hero Baek is."

"I see..."

Her question resolved, Tang Yuhwa answered weakly.

It was a grateful thing that they were guarding Baek Yoonjun's side.

However, to express her gratitude, Tang Yuhwa had too little energy now.

The appearance of Baek Yoonjun, who showed no signs of improvement.

That appearance continued to linger in her mind.

"You have no energy."

Hyejin, having noticed Tang Yuhwa's condition, asked carefully.

"Do you have some worries?"

"That is..."

Although Tang Yuhwa hesitated for a moment, since it seemed there would be no answer anyway if she worried alone, she said what had just happened.

That the strange energy inside Baek Yoonjun's body was neutralizing the poison, so there would be no threat to his life itself.

However, that the speed was slow and his body itself was weak, so it would be difficult for him to wake up like this.

"...So now, I need a medicine with a strong yang energy... and it has to have a very huge pure yang energy..."

Tang Yuhwa answered weakly.

Although Tang Yuhwa usually had no ups and downs in her tone and almost no change in her expression, now, anyone could feel that she was desperate.

Hyejin also, seeing Tang Yuhwa's condition with his own eyes, thought seriously and then carefully opened his mouth.

"In Shaolin... although the manufacturing method has been lost now, I have heard that there is a spiritual medicine with a supreme yang energy."

"What is it?!"

At Hyejin's words, a little color returned to Tang Yuhwa's face.

Although she was not outwardly rushing him, at Tang Yuhwa's gaze, which seemed to be telling him to give an answer quickly, Hyejin hesitated a little and then answered.

"It is the Great Return Pill."

---

Having heard about the Great Return Pill, Tang Yuhwa's actions were unhesitating.

She quickly informed her companions of the situation, and her companions, under Tang Yuhwa's lead, prepared to go to Mount Song.

And so, all the preparations were finished in a short period of time, and the party carefully loaded the still unconscious Baek Yoonjun onto a carriage and then departed for Mount Song.

"I wish for Great Hero Baek's speedy recovery."

"I also wish for the cleanup of the tragedy of Zhongnan to go well."

Gu Wolju, representing the party, exchanged greetings with the weary man.

The weary man, who had come to Zhongnan together from Mount Song, had heard the news and had intended to join the party, but he had stayed behind to organize the internal affairs of Zhongnan.

"We will never forget the grace that the great hero, the White Robed Sword Immortal, and the alliance have bestowed upon Zhongnan."

The weary man performed a polite fist-and-palm salute towards the party with a look full of infinite respect.

The golden toad in his bosom glittered unusually today.

Having finished the greetings between the representatives, the party quickly got on the carriage and left Zhongnan.

-If you need the power of Zhongnan, please call us anytime!!

-Great Hero White Robed Sword Immortal! We wish for your speedy recovery!

Many people, regardless of whether they were martial artists or ordinary people on the streets of Zhongnan, gathered and saw off Baek Yoonjun's party.

Although the party had shrunk, since Zhongnan had given them infinite support in return for their grace, their appearance had become even more splendid.

Because they had received a lot, the number of carriages naturally increased, and the party members naturally scattered and boarded their respective carriages.

And inside one carriage.

There, a breathtaking tension was lingering.

'I can't breathe...'

Su Yeohyang held her breath and glanced at the woman in front of her.

The Plum Blossom Sword, Cheon Suhye, who had joined the party for some reason after Zhang Sanfeng and the weary man had left.

At her chilly atmosphere, which made one wonder if frost would form around her, Su Yeohyang found it hard to even breathe carelessly.

'Brother Hwaryeong has stealthily slipped out.'

Su Yeohyang recalled Zhuge Hwaryeong, with whom she had become close after spending time together.

Although they had definitely gotten on the same carriage, she had quickly noticed the atmosphere and was now nowhere to be seen.

'Ugh... you should have taken me with you...'

Su Yeohyang resented Zhuge Hwaryeong in her heart and observed Cheon Suhye's face.

'Ugh, I wish I were as quick-witted and calculating as Brother Hwaryeong!'

As a result of observing her for a few days, Zhuge Hwaryeong was quick-witted.

Although she was not a martial artist who had learned martial arts, she skillfully slipped out of troublesome matters among the party members and took the maximum profit from them.

In a case like now, she had slipped out before Su Yeohyang had even noticed, and she had no idea where she was.

'I feel like I'm going to suffocate. If it's like this, I feel like I'll suffocate...'

Thanks to that, Su Yeohyang was having a hard time.

If the atmosphere was like this until they arrived at Mount Song, she felt she would suffocate before they arrived.

Therefore, Su Yeohyang opened her mouth first without realizing it.

"Wow, the reception when we came was not bad, but it wasn't this much..."

Su Yeohyang spoke and continued to observe Cheon Suhye's face.

Cheon Suhye, still unmoving.

Su Yeohyang briefly wondered if the woman in front of her was made of snow.

If she were to shut her mouth like this, the atmosphere seemed as if it would become even heavier, so Su Yeohyang did not give up and continued to speak.

"Wouldn't this be a triumphant return in brocade?"

Although Su Yeohyang smiled awkwardly, Cheon Suhye's expression did not even budge, as if it were a sculpture.

Su Yeohyang, who could not bear that atmosphere, eventually took a desperate measure.

"Ah, is it not that much? Then a triumphant return in silver?"

Su Yeohyang finished her words and laughed awkwardly, ahaha, but Cheon Suhye still did not even budge.

No, looking closely, the corners of her mouth were moving slightly.

The sight of the corners of Cheon Suhye's mouth, which had not shown even a single change, moving as if in a convulsion, was no different from a demon.

'Is, is she angry?! Heek!'

Su Yeohyang let out a scream in her heart.

Her eyes were getting moist, and it seemed as if she would burst into tears at any moment.

'Master! Help me!!'

In her heart, Su Yeohyang looked for her master, Jihwa Shinni, who would be taking care of her sisters at the Emei Sect by now.

At that, for some reason, the benevolent appearance of Jihwa Shinni seemed to be reflected above the carriage.

'Master!'

Naturally, Jihwa Shinni, who was an illusion only visible to Su Yeohyang, smiled benevolently and opened her mouth.

-Yeohyang. You have a talent for brightening up your surroundings and boosting morale.

At Jihwa Shinni's benevolent words, Su Yeohyang felt her eyes getting moist.

In the meantime, the words of the illusion, Jihwa Shinni, continued.

-But, please stop with those strange jokes. If you get stabbed with a sword while making a joke, it seems it would be hard for even me to take your side.

Su Yeohyang felt a great sense of betrayal from her master.

'Master! That's too much!'

Regardless of the fact that it was an illusion created in her own head, Su Yeohyang, who was engulfed in a great sense of betrayal, felt her tears dry up, shut her mouth, and quietly took a seat in a corner of the carriage as if shrunken.

And Cheon Suhye, whose corners of her mouth were still twitching.

'Puhup...! Brother Baek is in that state, so I shouldn't laugh! Ugh! Ugh!!'

Surprisingly, it seemed Su Yeohyang's joke was to her taste.

Naturally, since her face was not a face that liked the joke, there was no way for Su Yeohyang to know Cheon Suhye's inner thoughts.

And at the same time, Zhuge Hwaryeong, whom Su Yeohyang was resenting in her heart.

"Senior Sister is small, so she's good to hug."

"Let go."

"I don't want to."

She was harassing Tang Yuhwa.

In the carriage that Tang Yuhwa was in, she had pulled her into her arms and was burying her nose in the top of her head.

Tang Yuhwa flapped her arms and legs meaninglessly, but it seemed difficult to get out.

"Let go."

"I don't want to. If I let go, you'll overdo it again."

In fact, this was Zhuge Hwaryeong's own way of being considerate.

After departing from Zhongnan, Tang Yuhwa had been constantly by Baek Yoonjun's side, staying up all night to nurse him.

Seeing this, Zhuge Hwaryeong had taken a coercive measure so that Tang Yuhwa could rest even a little.

"Senior Sister, the smell of the top of your head is quite addictive. It's pungent and..."

"That's poison."

"Poison? As long as I don't die, it's fine. Whatever."

"Let go. Cross-dressing pervert."

Although it wasn't that she had no ulterior motives at all.

(End of Chapter)